[Is this a dream? Some kind of exhaustion-induced haze after all that had happened, all they fought for? Tooi's not sure it could be real. When he wakes up in a room that's too...full, to be his own, he creeps cautiously into the hall, keeping his back to the wall as he regards the photographs.]
What the hell...?
[These aren't his parents. That shouldn't be a little him in there. His brother's not even in any of these. This has got to be some kind of hallucination. But why would he hallucinate all this? And where the hell is that tinny jingle coming from?
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[B - Don't Be A Square]
[What the hell, no, don't do this to him, don't push him into this weird American happytime bullshit. The first chance he gets, Tooi is slipping away from the native teens who've roped him into "meeting the neighbors" and keeping his head down as he looks for someplace, anyplace, to dump this wretched plate of gelatin thing he's been given. It's not that he's ungrateful, he...he's just. Look. Y'all gave the household fifty different versions of the same bland, weird mush so far, he's so sick of it, why do you all eat this. Eventually he does find a house with a row of bushes flush against its fence, and just. Looks around, ducks, and absolutely is burying this food abomination in there. Gee, hope it's not your house he's doing this next to.]
[C - Always Check Your Candy (cw: potential for mouth trauma, vomiting, needles, razors)]
[Of course, the longer he's stuck here, the more likely it is that Tooi can be coerced by his "family" to participate in things, even if he vehemently does not want to. This includes Trick-Or-Treating! After all, he's fourteen, so he's got to be responsible, right? Surely it's fine to send him as a chaperone with some younger kids to get treats!
Somehow his costume is apt. He feels like a damn clown. But hey, he's got a pillowcase full of candy for his troubles.]
I thought people didn't give out homemade stuff anymore...
[Japan doesn't really have a long history of Halloween celebrations, but he's absorbed enough pop culture to know that in the states, at least, checking even the wrapped storebought stuff is kind of a big deal. And yet there are people here just making and handing out things like actual popcorn balls? Giving out apples? What kid actually wants an apple for Halloween?
If you're a kid like him, taken from home and brought here against your will, he will put a hand on your shoulder as you dig into your spoils.]
Hey, hold on. Let's check it first.
[Who wants to find all the fun stuff in their candy tonight?]
Tooi Kuji | Sarazanmai | OTA
[Is this a dream? Some kind of exhaustion-induced haze after all that had happened, all they fought for? Tooi's not sure it could be real. When he wakes up in a room that's too...full, to be his own, he creeps cautiously into the hall, keeping his back to the wall as he regards the photographs.]
What the hell...?
[These aren't his parents. That shouldn't be a little him in there. His brother's not even in any of these. This has got to be some kind of hallucination. But why would he hallucinate all this? And where the hell is that tinny jingle coming from?
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[B - Don't Be A Square]
[What the hell, no, don't do this to him, don't push him into this weird American happytime bullshit. The first chance he gets, Tooi is slipping away from the native teens who've roped him into "meeting the neighbors" and keeping his head down as he looks for someplace, anyplace, to dump this wretched plate of gelatin thing he's been given. It's not that he's ungrateful, he...he's just. Look. Y'all gave the household fifty different versions of the same bland, weird mush so far, he's so sick of it, why do you all eat this. Eventually he does find a house with a row of bushes flush against its fence, and just. Looks around, ducks, and absolutely is burying this food abomination in there. Gee, hope it's not your house he's doing this next to.]
[C - Always Check Your Candy (cw: potential for mouth trauma, vomiting, needles, razors)]
[Of course, the longer he's stuck here, the more likely it is that Tooi can be coerced by his "family" to participate in things, even if he vehemently does not want to. This includes Trick-Or-Treating! After all, he's fourteen, so he's got to be responsible, right? Surely it's fine to send him as a chaperone with some younger kids to get treats!
Somehow his costume is apt. He feels like a damn clown. But hey, he's got a pillowcase full of candy for his troubles.]
I thought people didn't give out homemade stuff anymore...
[Japan doesn't really have a long history of Halloween celebrations, but he's absorbed enough pop culture to know that in the states, at least, checking even the wrapped storebought stuff is kind of a big deal. And yet there are people here just making and handing out things like actual popcorn balls? Giving out apples? What kid actually wants an apple for Halloween?
If you're a kid like him, taken from home and brought here against your will, he will put a hand on your shoulder as you dig into your spoils.]
Hey, hold on. Let's check it first.
[Who wants to find all the fun stuff in their candy tonight?]